07-15-2013, 09:27 AM
In the darkest hour of indigo night
under blackberry sky sugared with light,
the inviting mouths of lovers new
perform the acts that lovers do.
Curtains drawn to a close.
We slip out of clothing and into roles.
Under covers to warm and conceal
the chill of beings yet unrevealed.
What magic in your searching eyes
coaxes me to swallow lies?
Though my body's bare as desert land
you unzip me with your slight of hand.
My inner workings, strong as bricks,
are no match for your heart-melting tricks.
Your piercing gaze splitting up my sides,
my back exposed, then butterflied.
Your tongue and fingers, skillful keys,
prod and poke to taunt and tease.
Though I've never been a chatterbox,
the sheets are littered with my busted locks.
As the floodgates dry at the source,
and our dialogue runs its course,
we end our explorations within,
and, ravenous, yearn for the taste of skin.
My satin freed from armor plates
hugs your muscles, wraps round your waist.
You palm these mountains, taste these plains,
tongue racing across my dark terrain.
In the heat of one another's core
we melt and blend evermore,
articulating what we could not before
through thrust and word, spoken for.
under blackberry sky sugared with light,
the inviting mouths of lovers new
perform the acts that lovers do.
Curtains drawn to a close.
We slip out of clothing and into roles.
Under covers to warm and conceal
the chill of beings yet unrevealed.
What magic in your searching eyes
coaxes me to swallow lies?
Though my body's bare as desert land
you unzip me with your slight of hand.
My inner workings, strong as bricks,
are no match for your heart-melting tricks.
Your piercing gaze splitting up my sides,
my back exposed, then butterflied.
Your tongue and fingers, skillful keys,
prod and poke to taunt and tease.
Though I've never been a chatterbox,
the sheets are littered with my busted locks.
As the floodgates dry at the source,
and our dialogue runs its course,
we end our explorations within,
and, ravenous, yearn for the taste of skin.
My satin freed from armor plates
hugs your muscles, wraps round your waist.
You palm these mountains, taste these plains,
tongue racing across my dark terrain.
In the heat of one another's core
we melt and blend evermore,
articulating what we could not before
through thrust and word, spoken for.